And then - there are some days...like this one - where I want to believe it's just a dream. A bad one.
That somewhere - just beyond here - she'll make her grand re-entrance. She'll make some great announcement and pronouncement...and show up as she has so many times before. As a statement. Not a question.
One part of me wants to be wakened from that bad dream.. With the reassurance and promise that this was just a story...a one that nightmares are made of.
Another part wants only to sleep thru it all. To wake and not remember. To pretend it was just some sort of crazy mixed up concoction crafted by my unconscious.
Too well - I know - this is no dream. Not even a bad one.